Tuesday, November 27, 2007

remember the smell

Some times I miss my old practice spaces. If think hard enough I can remember 9 over the years. Some were in dirty basements of punk houses. Smell of rats and cat piss. Buzzing of the fluorescent lights overhead. Not enough power outlets, so we had to string extension cords from the next room.

Then moving to the space shared with a couple of other bands. Crazy guy who manages the building living in the room across the hall, filled with electrical equipment. G trades for a bass amp he built. Toilet doesn't work in the building and he sets up a plastic wading pool for people to piss in.

The next place closed at 2:30am, and the room was small. Loading in after show sucked. But the bathroom worked.

They all had character.

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